P3y - Paramji Papr Paramyog

P3y is the supernatural holy power of Paramji, Alias His Holiness that gives mental peace, cures mental diseases (like Depression, Insomnia, Neurosis, and Schizophrenia etc.) and physical diseases of all types pertaining to human body, animal, birds, crops etc. and fulfills desires. It works on all the five elements that comprise our body.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

We never realize how much we love our stuff unless we lose it…forever! And it is loathsome that despite the “wherewithal” that the modern technology has provided us with, we are too lazy to back up our valuable data. They really need to invent some cheap robotic arms to do all the work. That day I was in my college canteen having the usual Maggi, toast and tea (this is all the vegetarian food you can hope to get in Srinagar…oh yes! We always have the “Krishna Dhaba”!) when in order to find a cozy corner for myself away from those prying eyes and the nasty Sun, I shifted my chair inside. On my way back to the hostel, I realized that I had got so indulged in my meal that I forgot to take my cell phone along when I shifted places in the canteen. I whisked back to the canteen only to find it missing. My worst nightmare had come true. My very sleek Nokia that would never miss anybody’s coveting eye was STOLEN!

I began to question everybody around and felt that the canteen people were lying. One person was missing from there and they said that they couldn’t recall who cleaned up my table. I told my friends who believed everything but weren’t on the same page with me about my suspect. I did all the formalities like blocking my sim card and putting the lost phone on surveillance. I call them formalities because I roll with the popular Indian belief that the police are there just for the heck of it. Days passed by and a friend came up to me and said, “I am sure that the new waiter has stolen your mobile. I can’t tell you why but it is him.” We tried to plot ways to make the suspect confess but since, we had no evidence, it all went in vain. I did Papr so that I could get my phone back but it was “long time no see”.

They say best things happen when you least expect them. A month had passed by. I had really given up all hope, had bought a new Android phone and was all smiles that one day I got a call.

I rushed to the college canteen to find out that the police had tracked down my phone and the culprit was my suspect himself (who was missing by the way). His relatives at the canteen tried to make a deal with me with all the emotional blackmailing but nothing worked on me. Now, so that you don’t really think that the police are kind, let me tell you that my phone got tracked because…now this is the best part…because that jerk-thief had put his friend’s sim card in my phone and his friend happened to be a cop himself!! That was hilarious. Now since the sim card in my lost phone belonged to a cop, so obviously he was the culprit technically. He begged me to take the FIR back so that he could resume his duties and promised that he would bring back the real culprit to me soon. No I did not trust/pity him. A confederate in crime is no less a criminal and they all deserved the comeuppance they were about to get. Whatever happened in the police station later is not as important as the feeling that rushed through my body when they handed over my dear Nokia to me and we met again! Happier was I to see my photographs, messages and the most valuable…my list of hundreds of words to look for in the dictionary that I had not backed up ever!

The way it all happened from the cop guy being roped in and the way they were yelled at at the police station in front of my sight, I am all sated and my belief is way stronger than ever in the miracles of P3y.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

I am one of those people who feel very confident about anything they leap into wittingly. This time, although, I was so restless that neither shopping nor my cappuccino with whipped cream could mollify the butterflies in my stomach. The dry spell in the Chemical Engineering job sector had made me believe that I was not prolly going to get a job. I was thinking about M.Tech already and that wasn’t daydreaming since I had a good enough GATE score. To my rescue, there was this great sounding job prospective at Mu Sigma, a company that had been delaying its visit since long. I had not applied in the first go and badly regretted thereafter. In my winter vacations, I realized how rather apprehensive mumma was about my future and stuff. That give me a kick to try for a job (until then I was not much bothered). I kept a check on Facebook every day for some new notification regarding a company visit to our NIT campus. Just one day I could not log into FB and missed a deadline to apply for JSW. I tried really hard to make it to their interview but I didn’t have the documents. I left it there thinking there must have been some good in it for me.

Then started my lucky streak! I learnt that Mu Sigma was finally visiting the campus. I went crazy literally as somewhere inside of me I already knew they were coming for me. It was the kind of job I would definitely love. Come’ on, it was all MATH, my fave! They said they would recruit us on 5th March but I wanted it to be later than that. I wanted my GATE result to be out first and then I should get a little attuned to my college that is in the pits. I believed then I would be at my best. It all happened. They postponed the visit. The day finally came. It was tomorrow. My best friend here tried everything possible to get my mind off it but in vain. By Paramji’s Grace, my mother always dreams of the forthcoming events beforehand. Tomorrow was also India V/s Australia World Cup Quarter Finals 2011. I had a thought that tomorrow would either be a great day (India would win and I would get Mu Sigma) or it would be the first big embarrassing failure. I couldn’t understand why I wanted it so bad. Was it that I didn’t want to fail in my first attempt or it was what people would think? Well, I didn’t have time to figure that out. Also, I had promised myself not to call mom in the morning to ask about her dream but I did. She told me, “You’ll get it. I saw.” That was the second biggest assurance I could have got (the first being Paramji telling me directly). :)

Mu Sigma was to arrive by 3:00 pm. I slept through the day until then. Now we have this problem in college (at least a problem according to me). What happens in most of my country is that people lose a lot by absorbing themselves in the society too much. They always have a thing popping in their heads – “What would people think?” What I mean to connote here is that during the presentation and written test of a recruiting company in our college, people come in their casuals and only if they get selected, they change into their formals. This seems unseemly to me. I was the only one wearing formals that day from the start of the procedure. Before I left my hostel room, I called up my parents and we all did “Paramnaad and Papr” together asking Paramji, Alias His Holiness, to bless me with this job if it’d be right for me. I had also gotten up from the bed in the morning with two wishes – India winning against the very tough Ozzie and me capturing my place amidst all the animosity (that I feel in my head).

Friends are no more friends and it is every man for himself when the day arrives. We were all seated in a lecture hall waiting for the Mu Sigma people and there they entered. They looked all decent and nice. I couldn’t see much people sitting there but then the crowd gushed in. With every single person entering the room, my want for that job escalated. By the end I was a super greedy dog panting in my heart’s corner. They began the presentation with Mr. Tapan doing the talking. What I liked about them (there were three gentlemen) was their not so formal way of dealing with things. They were “cool”! It all sounded great! I had their attention from the minute they entered the hall (since I had put forth a question and I stood out…I was the only one actually dressed up for the “occasion”). They made it look so difficult and to make things worse, one of them (who hailed from Kashmir) said that he was here to pick up his people. I was scared thinking if it goes the other way round, I would be DASHED.

We were made to write an essay on "Should Kashmiris decide their own fate?" followed by a written test (aptitude like CAT with those usual three sections). Along with it began an excruciating headache that seemed to cast dark shadows of the coming events. I had to ignore it at every cost else it would cost me real big. It all went well but still I was nervy. I went back to my hostel room while they were preparing the shortlist of the selected candidates. I called up my mother and completely freaked out on her with the thought that I have prolly lost my second dream job. I broke into tears (despite knowing her morning dream). I hung up there and went back to my best friend in college thinking he would instill some happiness and the much needed confidence in me. While we were together and calmly talking, I got a phone call saying I was selected for the following round. Group discussion and personal interview rounds just fleeted. These rounds are much in your control in contrast to the written test. I knew I could speak well and was articulate enough. I went in for the GD with the topic - “Is talent necessary for success?” When they announced the topic, I remembered what my cousin had told me (it is not necessary to start first as it is better to think upon it and then answer). I tried to make up my mind while I listened to others. (It was my first GD ever). Everybody was speaking against talent. They all believed that hard work and luck are the only ingredients for success but I couldn’t get myself to believe that. I was already too late being mum and that had begun to slightly unnerve me. Then I opened my mouth being the first one to say that talent is absolutely necessary. I had gathered all my justifications till then. I crossed every statement made by the opponents, closing with the dialogue from the movie “3 Idiots” - “Had Lata Mangeshkar worked really hard in cricket, she couldn’t have become Sachin Tendulkar and vice-versa”. At that, Mr. Tapan cracked a PJ saying how could she become a guy anyway!

Our group came out and I knew I was in. My best friend and my god-brother tagged along until my PI with me. They told me that they saw the evaluators’ remarks “Very Good” next to my name. It was the time for the interview. I went in the round table room. I was made to sit in the centre of the area encircled by that table. Mr. Tapan sat in front of me, reading my resume. Mr. Kashmiri wouldn’t talk to me, seated at zero degrees from me by the table and Mr. “Tall & Handsome” sat ON the table to my left. The first thing I was asked was if I love cricket to which I quickly responded, “Sir, I only watch cricket when India play”. That was an honest answer and I remained so throughout my interview (even when they asked me if I wanted to do an MBA later on). Dad called me before my interview asking me to be prepared with an answer to the question – “Why don’t you have a job yet? Why didn’t you try in the software companies that visited your campus before us?” Frankly, I didn’t prepare an answer. I did not want to because I know myself. Whatever I do in the nick of the moment, I do it the best. They asked me this question and I said, “I didn’t want them. I had been waiting for Mu Sigma”. Simple, is it not?

It was around half an hour long interview and it was great! They asked me if I liked myself in the GD and a reason why wouldn’t I join them and things about me. They asked me technical questions, some of which I couldn’t answer but it was okay to say “I don’t know”. :)

After the interview, I rushed to the mess for dinner and when I headed to my room to change, I was called for the results. I was told that I had got the job and they wanted to hand over the intent letter to me personally. I ran to the venue with my heels in one hand, blazer in the other. I was on top of the world! They also gave me a Mu Sigma watch that says “Do the Math”. :)

Out of the 4 people recruited from 148(if I remember right), I was the only non-Kashmiri. It was a big achievement since they made an exception for me.

I have already thanked the people who needed to be but I will always be indebted to Paramji for this great first experience and for consolidating my belief in myself!

Sunday, June 6, 2010

My family and I have been practicing P3Y for around 10 years now. We learnt it from RETD IG SRI JASWANT MONGA JI. We have and are continually benefitting so incredibly, immensely from this HOLY POWER! Some of my BIG experiences go as under:

1. It has been scientifically proved that P3Y increases ones IQ level though Science cannot explain this. I have myself experienced this. I secured a whopping 96.4% in my 10th ICSE Board examinations with a 4th rank in the All India Merit List. I have received two genuine gold medals for this accomplishment. This was possible only because I practiced P3Y regularly.

2. I secured 93% in my 12th CBSE BOARD Examinations and qualified the AIEEE to pursue my B.Tech in National Institute Of Technology, Srinagar.

3. I qualified SAT I and SAT II with a commendable percentile. (98% in each Physics and Maths)

4. I used to catch cold and fever very frequently before starting with P3Y. But now, I fall ill very rarely and on top of that, I have not even sniffed medicines since I am practicing P3Y.

5. I had a very bad examination phobia at once. I would hold my mother's hands and study, suffered from indigestion and sporadic vomitings during the exams. Now, I am totally free from this phobia and find exams very cool and "relaxing".

6. My confidence level in public speaking has increased greatly. I am a very confident girl now in every respect with a much more radiant persona.

7. P3Y protects me from the evil and from malicious people. I am enjoying a world free from false friends.

8. I qualified GATE 2011 with a precentile score of 96.44. I owe it all to Paramji!

There is so much more to say! Some things might be hard for you to swallow, to believe.